Russell Nero

Rookie - 91 Points (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

201. Set To Ashes 8/11/2013
202. Seventeen Hours 9/23/2013
203. Shadowed Eyes 1/19/2014
204. Shadowless Comparison Of My Ghostly Ways 6/19/2013
205. She Said 1/19/2014
206. Shrinking Rooms 8/10/2013
207. Silver Winter 5/15/2013
208. Simultaneously 5/13/2013
209. Sleeping Beauty 11/1/2013
210. Sorceress 6/16/2013
211. Spartacus 1/19/2014
212. Spinning Backwards Since... 5/19/2013
213. Spinning Vortex 1/21/2014
214. Stared Into Nothing 5/10/2013
215. Stolen From Me 5/14/2013
216. Stranger 5/9/2013
217. Street Rat 6/19/2013
218. Study Or Staring 5/10/2013
219. Surrender To Anger 7/16/2014
220. Symphony Of Sympathy 8/10/2013
221. Tear Drops 5/9/2013
222. Terrified... 5/9/2013
223. The Bright Red Of A Rosebud 5/13/2013
224. The Cards Karma Dealt 1/19/2014
225. The Catch And The Tremble 6/24/2014
226. The Curse Of Many To The Audience Of One 9/3/2013
227. The Knife That Killed Me 5/7/2014
228. The Script 9/6/2013
229. The Sound Of Breathing 5/13/2013
230. The Sun Questions Life 5/13/2013
231. The Supernova Of Emptiness 5/15/2013
232. The Tale Of Juliet 7/9/2013
233. The Words Of A Minor 6/22/2013
234. Thursday 1/23/2014
235. Tiger 5/10/2013
236. Too Young And Naive 1/3/2014
237. Treading An Ocean For Miles 9/3/2013
238. Trust 9/8/2013
239. Ugly Day 2/8/2014
240. Undefeated, I Am Not 5/16/2013
Best Poem of Russell Nero

The Bright Red Of A Rosebud

Calling…calling who…
Rose…Rose…Rose…
Does the name belong to her, the one I still finger the touch of her lips upon mine
Does the lonely picture in my pocket portray her, the one I keep resting in my wallet
The one my lips touch everyday in a small instant
Rose…her name drives the very strength out of me
Leaving me pale stricken, glossy eyed
In a moment filled eclipse of irrelevant static
The static mimicking the sound of a thousand buzzing flies
Slowly encompassing me in deliberate darkness
Rose…what is the reason I know of you
Rose…what is the reason to why I...

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Tear Drops

My words, my words
I'm out of them all
the lyrics, my flow; where have they gone now
it's a product of a cluttered mind
a headache born illness
that sleep has failed to erase
3 months have passed since the underage tragedy
is that what's holding me back
is that why I'm holding back

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